Inspired by your determination and courage, I have written my own rabbit poem. Feel free to use it in pamphlets, etc. Dusk. A creepy dry feeling spreads like an unwelcome breeze. Leaves rustle, but no one is there to listen. Acorns fall, but no one is there to see. The rabbit knows not what destiny is. Words are to rabbits as carrots are to us. And we, as humans, should be ashamed. Ashamed of our ignorance. Ah, what a familiar song! Undelivered Easter eggs are all we have, to remind us of our forsaken long-eared friends. Somewhere a child is smiling. Somewhere a truck is idling. Somewhere the tides are turning. But, nowhere, are rabbits thriving.
